CIHM 
Microfiche 
Series 
(iVIonographs) 


ICIVIH 

Collection  de 
microfiches 
(monographles) 


Canadian  Inst'tuta  for  Historical  Microreproductlon.  /  nstitut  Canadian  da  microraprod 


uctions  historiques 


1996 


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Tha  imagaa  appaaring  hara  ara  tha  bast  quality 
possibia  considaring  tha  condition  and  lagibility 
of  tha  original  copy  and  in  kaaping  with  tha 
filming  contract  spacif icationa. 


Original  copias  in  printad  papar  covars  ara  fllmad 
beginning  with  tha  front  covar  and  anding  on 
tha  last  paga  with  a  printad  or  illustratad  impraa- 
sion.  or  tha  back  covar  whan  appropriata.  All 
othar  original  copias  mrm  f  ilmad  baginning  on  tha 
first  paga  with  a  printad  or  illustratad  impras> 
sion,  and  anding  on  tha  last  paga  with  a  printad 
or  illuatratad  imprassion. 


Tha  last  racordad  frsma  on  aach  microficha 
shall  contain  tha  symbol  — » (moaning  "CON- 
TINUED"), or  tha  symbol  y  (moaning  "END  I, 
whichavar  applias. 

Maps,  platas.  charts,  ate.  may  ba  filmad  at 
diffarant  reduction  ratios.  Thosa  too  larga  to  ba 
antiraly  included  in  ona  axposura  ara  filmad 
baginning  in  tha  uppar  laft  hand  corner,  left  to 
right  and  top  to  bottom,  as  many  frames  as 
required.  The  following  diagrams  illustrate  the 
method: 


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plua  grand  aoin.  compta  tanu  da  la  condition  at 
da  la  nanat*  da  I'axamplaira  filmi.  at  tn 
conf ormiM  avac  laa  eenditiena  du  centrat  da 
filmaga. 

Laa  axamplairaa  origlnaux  dont  la  couvartura  an 
papiar  aat  imprimaa  aom  filmas  an  commancant 
par  la  pramiar  plat  at  an  tarminant  soit  par  !« 
darniara  paga  qui  comporta  una  amprainta 
d'impraaaion  ou  d'illuatration.  soit  par  la  tacond 
plat,  salon  la  eaa.  Toua  laa  autras  axamplairaa 
eriginaux  sont  filmaa  an  eommanpant  par  la 
pramiara  paga  qui  comporta  una  amprainta 
d'impraaaion  ou  d'illuawation  at  an  tarminant  par 
la  darniara  paga  qui  comporta  una  talla 
•mprainto. 

Un  daa  symboiaa  suivants  apparaltra  sur  la 
darniira  imaga  da  chaqua  microfiche,  salon  la 
caa:  la  symbola  —^  aignifia  "A  SUIVRE".  la 
aymbola  ▼  aignifia  "FIN". 

;  •  s  cartaa.  planchaa.  tablaaux,  ate.  pauvant  atra 
filmte  A  daa  taux  da  reduction  diffarants. 
Lorsqua  la  documant  aat  trop  grand  pour  atra 
raproduit  an  un  saul  ciicha.  il  aat  filma  *  partir 
da  I'angia  supAriaur  gaucha.  da  gaucha  *  droita. 
at  da  haut  an  baa.  an  pranant  la  nombra 
d'imagaa  n«casaaira.  Laa  diagrammaa  suivants 
itluawant  la  mAthoda. 


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threatening  clouds— for  many  distresses  and 
discouragements  continue— it  is  still  our 
confidence  that  we  are  not  straitened  in  God 
and  that  He  is  still  able  to  give  us  enlarge- 
ment though  encumpas<ted  by  trouble;  and  our 
ground  of  confidence  is  not  in  ourselves,  but  in 
the  Eternal  Christ  and  His  unsearchable 
riches. 

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vocally  that  the  Mission  still  maintains,  in  mat 
ters  of  faith  and  practice,  the  traditions  handed 
down  by  its  founder,  Mr.  Hudson  Taylor,  tra- 
ditions which  have  been  honored  of  God  for 
so  many  years ;  and  if  by  grace  it  is  enabled  to 
keep  loyal  to  its  Lord,  to  maintain  unhindered 
in  the  Mount  of  C  .  -union  its  fellowship  with 
Him,  then  it  may  safely  descend  into  the  Vallev 
or  Service. 

Let  us,  thei.'fore,  as  we  descend  afresh  t» 
another  year's  labors,  "go  down  with  a  secret 
which  we  cannot  perhaps  expound  but  which 
we  cherish,  and  smile  to  each  other  like  silent 
lovers  in  a  crowd,  and  thus  in  a  true  church  of 
faith-adepts  overcome  the  world.  Let  ua  go 
down  to  know  that  there  is  nothing  in  all  the 
raging  valley— neither  the  devilry  of  the  world 
nor  the  impotence  of  the  church— that  can  des- 
troy our  -  nfidence,  quench  our  power,  or  de- 
range our  peace.  Let  us  go  down  to  know  that 
the  meanest  or  the  most  terrible  things  of  life 
now  move  beneath  the  sternal  mastery  and 
triumphant  composure  of  an  Almighty  Saviour 
and  a  lina!  salvation  which  is  assured  in 
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1  WAS  standing  on  the  deck  of  the 
hospital  steamer  Straihcona  to-day,  over- 
hauhng  a  box  of  magazines  and  news- 
papers that  had  come  to  us  from  the 
United  States.  I  was  parceling  some 
out  to  distribute  to  the  delegates  from 
a  number  of  fishing-schooners  that 
were  anchored  near,  who  had  come, 
as  fishing  was  temporarily  slack,  for  "a 
bit  o'  readin'."  As  I  turned  over  the 
pages  of  i»n  old  number  of  one,  the 
title  of  an  article  caught  my  eye.  It 
read,    "What  Life  Means  to  Me." 

I  had  been  asked  more  than  once  to 
record  my  own  views  on  this  subject, 
so  I  carried  it  oflf  to  my  chart  room.  I 
found  it  interested  me  mainly  because, 
as  an  optimist,  I  could  not  agree  at  all 
with  the  views  express.^d.  To  be  sure, 
in  view  of  the  eight  years  I  spent  among 
the  purlieus  of  Whitechapel,  the  garrets 
and  common  lodging-houses  around  the 
East  India  docks,  and,  since,  among  the 
debt-ridden  and  often  half-starved  poor 


WHAT    LIFE    MEANS    TO    ME 

of  these  Northern  shores,  I  can  under- 
stand how  pessimists  come  into  exist- 
ence. The  author  states  that  life  to 
him  is  an  immense  collection  of  human 
bemgs  who  are  all  trying  to  avoid  being 
eaten. 

Again  in  this  article  before  me  the 
author  says:    "The  weU-spring  of  joy 
and  beauty  has  been  dried  up  in  me. 
The  flowers  no  longer  sing,  nor  the  sun- 
nse,  nor  the  stars.    Life  to  me  means 
only  getting  my  brothers  and  comrades 
ashore  from  a  sinking  ship."    His  part 
m  Me  s  drama  he  pleases  to  call  social- 
ism.   I    have    heard    some    call    this 
Christianity.    I,  at  any  rate,  have  not 
so  learned  Christ.    Life  to  me  is  ever 
beautiful.    IJfe   is   a   thousand   times 
worth  while. 

The  scene  has  changed  since  I  wrote 
the  above  sentence.    We  are  now  over 
four  hundred  miles  farther  north  along 
the  coast.    A  low  barometer  and  the 
prospect  of  a  dirty  night  have  made  us 
head  our  little  vessel  in   toward  the 
land   to  seek  some  shelter.    For  the 
Northern  stream  of  Arctic  ice  outside 
us,  and  the  titanic  precipices  that  rise 
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to  leeward,  offer  but  a  poor  prosnect 
out  here  for  the  night,  if  the  gale  in- 
creases. 

Now,  right  overhead,  more  than  three 
thousand  feet  in  air,  tower  the  marvel- 
ous diffs  of  Mugford  Cape.  Beneath 
them  our  vessel  is  a  mere  speck  on  the 
ocean.  Heavy  clouds  brood  over  the 
summits,  so  that,  above,  the  rocky  fast- 
nesses disappear  into  eternity  while  at 
their  feel  he  stranded  innumerable  great 
bergs  of  ice,  flanked  with  their  danger- 
ous streams  of  debris. 

Night  is  akeady  falUng  fast,  and 
we  have  -  long  way  yet  to  go  to  find 
an  anchorage,  while  the  darkness  is 
gloomier  and  all  the  more  impenetrable 
for  the  shadow  of  these  mighty  chffs. 
The  sun,  buried  in  lurid  red,  has  now 
entu^ly  disappeared  behind  them,  the 
very  glories  that  he  shed  making  so 
vivid  a  contrast  with  this  gloom  that 
he  has  left  one's  heart  all  the  more  dis- 
mayed for  the  comfort  he  so  recently 
afforded  us. 

There  will  be  no  moon  to-night,  and 
the  awful  depths  of  these  ice-cut  fiords 
make  anchorage  possible  only  in  one  or 
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two  places.    No  lights  or  guiding  marks 
exist   along   this   coast.    There   is   no 
chart;  no  soundings  have  been  recorded. 
Outside  us  now  a  heavy  mantle  of  fog 
has  closed  down.    I-   has  hidden  the 
lofty  towers  of  Saddle  Island,  and  left 
nothing  that  might  serve  to  guide  us 
between  the  sullen  reefs  that  we  know 
he  on  both  sides  of  him,  thus  preventing 
our  seeking  safety   in   the   open   sea. 
Indeed  there  is  a  general  sense  of  deso- 
lation, as  the  wind  howls  around  the 
precipices,  that  I  ha-  e  seldom,  if  ever 
before,  experienced. 

A  young  ,«:tudent  whom  I  am  carry- 
ing has  jusi  '^-ome  on  deck.     "What  a 
magnificent  mass  of  mountains!"  were 
his  first  words.     "Jove!  I  never  saw 
such  a  glorious  effect  in  my  life.    Both- 
ered  if   it   wasn't   worth    spending   a 
summer  down  here  just  to  get  this  awe- 
inspu-mg   combination.    My!    but   it's 
fine!"    Optimist  though  I  am,  I  con- 
fess I  was  glad  of  another  view-point 
just  at  that  moment.    After  all,  the 
shadows  that  seem  to  darken  life  are  in 
reality  only  motes  in  the  eye  of  him 
who  thinks  he  sees. 
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Now,  however,  ^e  are  drawing  in, 
and  I  can  see  the  topmasts  of  a  solitary 
schooner  swinging  boldly  to  anchor  oflF 
this  straight  unprotected  shore  where, 
if  the  wind  changes  and  chops  round  on 
to  the  land,  she  must  at  all  hazards  at 
once  weigh  anchor  and  fly  for  shelter 
as  best  she  may.    Her  pluck  has  heart- 
ened us,  however;  so  that  we  have  now 
ranged  up  alongside  and  quite  content- 
edly dropped  our  anchor  in  fJie  deep 
water  dose  to  her.    But  for  her  pres- 
ence we  should  have  been  anxious  quite 
unnecessarily  through  the  Jong  hours 
till  daybreak. 

A  Lesson  from  a  Lowly  Life 

As  soon  as  possible  I  went  to  visit 
her,  and  even  as  I  climbed  over  the 
rail,  I  asked  the  captain  the  question, 
all-important  to  him  at  this  late  period 
of  the  year,  "How's  the  fish,  jkipper?" 

"Very  scarce,  doctor,"  he  answered; 
"never  scarcer.  You  may  say  there's 
nothing  to  it." 

"Then  I  guess  there  won't  be  much 
for  you  to  carry  home  to  the  wife  and 
babes  when  you  settle  up  in  the  fall." 
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"There'll   be   nothing   but   debt,    I 
reckon,     doctor.       There'll    be    httle 
enough  to  eat  this  winter,  and  has  to 
keep  the  cold  out,   unless  I'm  much 
mistaken;  for  I  don't  expect  to  be  able 
to  look  at  clothing." 
"What  will  you  do  then?" 
"Leave  'em  behind  rnd  get  out  of 
the  country,  I  suppose,  and  look  for 
work.    Maybe    I'll    get    a   chance   to 
earn  s  bit  in  the  mines  at  Sydney  or 
somewhere,  so  as  to  feed  'em  and  get 
an  or.tfit  for  next  fishery.     Come  be- 
low, won't  you,  doctor?    Busy?    No! 
Worse  luck.    There's  no  work  to  do, 
and    it's   cold    standing    here.    We've 
hauled  the  net  three  times  to-day,  and 
not  gotten  enough  to  eat  out  of  it." 

"Of  course  I'll  come  below,  and  glad 
enough.  What  if  Tom  gets  out  his 
accordion  and  we  have  a  tune?  We're 
in  the  same  box  in  one  way  as  you  are, 
and  we'll  lay  here  with  you  to-night." 
Tom  being  willing,  his  stimulating 
instrument  was  soon  under  way,  and 
trouble  sat  light  on  our  hearts. 

From  a  sea  chantey  or  two  to  a  hymn 
of  praise  is  not  a  long  jump;  and  before 

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leaving  we  had  "just  a  word  of  prayer 
together,"  that  He  who  holds  the  world 
in  the  hollow  of  his  ^and  might  open 
ihat  hand  that  his  children  might  be 
fed  —  if  it  seemed  good  to  him  — see- 
ing that  we  were  doing  all  we  could. 

"Good  night,  doctor.  It  cheers  one 
up  to  remember  that  God  is  on  his 
throne.  'Tis  good  to  believe  that  he's 
our  Father,  and  will  do  right  by  his 
children.  Good  night."  Little  he  real- 
ized as  he  spoke  how  much  we  had 
benefited  by  his  humble  company  and 
his  little  schooner's  presence. 

"Good  night,  skipper;  and,  by  the 
way,  if  the  fish  don't  strike  in  and  you 
can  get  up  South  a  bit  early,  we  want  a 
man  or  two  for  a  couple  of  months' 
work  ourselves;  so  you'd  better  look  in 
as  you  pass  South.  It  may  not  be 
much,  but  it'll  help  out  the  bread 
basket." 

"Good  night,  again;  and  —  God  bless 
you,  doctor!    Good  night!" 

Looking  again  at  the  article  I  have 

referred   to,   I   see   it   contemptuously 

describes  "Mrs.  Wiggs  of  the  Cabbage 

Patch"    and    such    like    literature   as 

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"augar-coated  sentimentahty."  Well 
I've  seen  the  hearts  of  men  with  mure 
philosophy  than  I  could  boast  of.  lifted 
out  of  the  Slough  of  '"-spond  by  just 
such  "sentimentality,  and  stirred  to 
brave  and  kindly  deeds  by  it.  too.  As 
a  valuable  asset  in  life.  I  say,  give  me 
plenty  of  it.  The  Christ  had  a  use  for 
It.  It  IS  an  essential  part  of  a  hfe  that 
IS  worth  while. 

A  Token  of  Broiherlinesa 
It  was  a  gorgeous  morning  that  broke 
next  day,  and  the  sunlight  streaming 
through  the  great  gorges  and  dancing 
over  the  sea  surface  gave  every  one  of 
us  quite  a  new  view  of  the  gloom  of 
overnight.    Moreover.  I  see  the   ship- 
per's  boat  is  alongside,  and  some  men 
are   in   it   heaving  fish   up   on   deck. 
Ah^ady  he  has  sent  us  a^^ard  a  fine 
sahnon.  meshed  in  his  leaocr.  the  first 
this  year.    It  tasted  as  sweet  as  any 
salmon  ever  tasted.    Memories  of  our 
talk  of  the  previous    night   lent  it  a 
flavor  that  your  epicure  knows  nothing 
of.    It  tasted  of  brotherliness  —  one  of 
the  sweetest  tastes  I  know,  and  yet  one 
[12] 


WHAT   LIFE    MEANS   TO    ME 

that  the  poorest  of  lu  can  be  giving 
away  every  day;  surely  a  fact  that  of 
itself  makes  life  a  splendid  thing  of  joy. 

A  Personal  Definition 
That  is  what  life  means  to  me  — a 
place  where  a  Father  above  deals  diflfer- 
ently  with  his  different  children,  but 
with  all  in  love;  a  place  where  true 
joys  do  not  hang  on  material  pegs,  and 
where  all  the  while  the  fact  that  God 
our  Father  is  on  his  throne  lines  every 
cloud  with  gold.    It  means  a  chance 
for  every  one  to  be  helping  lame  dogs 
over  stiles,  a  chance  to  be  cheering  and 
helping  to  bear  the  burdens  of  others,  » 
field   for  the   translation   of  unfailing 
faith  in  the  love  of  God  above  into  deeds 
that  shall  please  his  children  below,  and 
therefore  please  him  also  —  filling  this 
poor   life   with   satisfaction,   otherwise 
unattainable.    Nay,  more,  to  tell  the 
truth,  the  heaven  I,  like  others,  look 
for  is  not  "a  place  to  rest  and  be  idle 
in,"  but  is  a  place  where  "we  shall  run, 
and  not  be  weary." 

Beyond  all  this,  life  to  me  is  a  school 
in  which  to  learn  how  best  to  serve,  a 

[IS] 


WHAT    LIFE    MEANS    TO    ME 

school  in  which  we  may  be  taught  how 
best  to  employ  and  develop  our  special 
talents    for   service   here   and,    I    be- 
lieve,  hereafter.     In   order   to  achieve 
results,  call  it  sentimentaUty  or  what 
you  will,  rather  than  accept  any  or  all 
the  "isms"  for  my  teacher,  I  prefer  to 
go  to  Jesus  Christ  and  learn  of  him  — 
of  him  who  brought  us  the  good  news  of 
God's   love  to   us  —  individually;  who 
showed  that  even  a  shameful  death  and 
a  despised  life  does  not  aflfect  the  real 
value  and  joy  of  a  life  of  love,  and  who 
dignified  each  human  Ufe  by  saying  it 
even  can  be  useful  ia  that  way  to  God 
above.     Meanwhile,   He   seems   to   me 
to  teach  first,  last,  and  always,  that  it 
is  better  not  to  exist  at  all  than  not  to 
love;  and  this  I  most  firmly  believe;  for 

The  night  hath  a  thousand  eyes, 

And  the  day  but  one; 
Yet  the  light  of  the  whole  world  dies 

With  the  setting  sun. 

The  mmd  hath  a  thousand  eyes, 

And  the  heart  but  one; 
Yet  the  light  of  a  whole  life  dies 

When  love  is  done. 
[14] 


WHAT 

Overweighted  Travelers 

There  can  be  no  question  about  the 
Great  Teacher's  second  lesson,  namely, 
that  life  does  not  consist  of  the  "things 
material"  that  a  man  possesseth.  When 
the  AustraUan  miner  was  drowned  be- 
cause he  had  heavy  bags  of  gold  round 
his  waist,  while  trying  to  swim  ashore 
from  the  wreck,  it  was  an  open  question 
which  possessed  which.  Just  so  I  am 
quite  convinced  that  men  stuffed  with 
information  or  "the  science  of  the  day" 
are  not  always  possessed  of  true  wis- 
dom. Wisdom  itself  anyhow  is  not  an 
end,  but  a  tool  to  work  with. 

Kings  are  to  serve  the  people, 
And  wealth  is  to  ease  the  poor. 

And  learning,  to  lift  up  the  lowly, 

And  strength,  that  the  weak  may  endure. 

The  turning  of  knowledge  into  service 
alone  justifies  the  toil  spent  to  achieve  it, 
and  gives  it  its  true  value  in  joyfulness. 
Is  Christ's  teaching  not  true  also, 
that  men  can  be  dead  while  they 
live?  "Lives  there  the  man  with  soul  so 
dead,"  is  not  a  contradiction.  Existence 
isn't  life.   That  self-indulgent  debauchee 

[15] 


M 


WHAT    LIFE 


doesn't  live,  surely.  The  "high  life 
some  men  talk  so  much  of  is  far  more 
like  the  coma  accompanying  a  high 
fever,  to  me,  than  the  "fuhiess  of  life.** 
"That  which  came  into  the  world  with 
Jesus  Christ,"  says  the  unlearned  fisher- 
man, John,  "was  life.'* 

The  fact  that  ignorant,  unlearned 
fishermen  sho  fid  be  permitted  to  catch 
and  record  this  truth  for  the  benefit  of 
the  world  is  to  me  prima  facie  evidence 
that  the  teaching  is  not  the  outcome  of 
mere  humanly*  conceived  philosophy. 
Jesus  Christ  himself  says  that  "He 
came  that  we  may  have  life,  and  may 
have  it  more  abundantly." 

Real  Happiness 
How  many  men  to-day  think  still,  if 
they  think  at  all  about  it,  that  the 
Christ's  follower  is  a  man  who  has  lost 
his  freedom,  a  man  whose  life  arena  is 
contracted  by  the  voluntary  acceptance 
o  Christ,  or  any  one  else,  as  his  master! 
Many  actually  believe  that  because  the 
disciple  of  Christ  may  not,  dare  not, 
damn   his   own   body,    or   wrong   his 
neighbor,  and  is  told  to  love  himself 
[16  J 


WHAT    LIFE   MEANS   TO   ME 

last,  that  he  must  necessarily  be  cut 
oS  from  the  jde  de  vivre,  as  they  tenn 
the  joy  of  liie.  The  life  of  the  Christ 
follower  involves  no  hair  shirts,  nor 
does  he,  in  the  twentieth  century,  pic- 
ture the  world  as  a  dismal  prison- 
house  in  which  he  must  grind  till  he 
gain  some  golden  shore  beyond. 

The  fault  is  that  men  call  that  joy 
which  merely  tickles  the  taste,  buds  or 
indulges  the  more  imperious  animal 
passions,  or  that  panders  to  their 
vanity.  Surely  we  must  far  more  truly 
call  victory  over  self,  joy.  For,  judged 
merely  by  a  time  standard,  there  can 
be  no  sweeter,  long-lasting  experience 
than  to  live  a  conscious  victor  in  life's 
battle.  Is  not  this  yet  one  more  of 
the  Master's  teachings  —  that  achieve 
ment  at  whatever  cost  is  God's  true 
joy,  and  that  even  the  loss  of  life  means 
saving  it?  Death  does  noi  spell  loss 
of  life;  unused  talents  mean  really  lost 
lives. 


A  Reminiscence  of  London  Days 

In  my  own  life,  when,  at  the  feet  of 

D.  L.  Moody,  I  firat  accepted  Christ  as 

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WHAT    LIFE    MEANS   TO   ME 

my  Master,  my  Sundays,  my  only  free 
days,   fonnerly  devoted   to  the  usual 
young  men's  amusements  and  occupa- 
tions,  I  devoted   to  holding  open-air 
services  and   to   visiting   under^Tound 
lodging-houses   in    Ratcliffe   Highway. 
The  cbiange  was  so  sudden  that  i  was 
able  to  appreciate  the  contrast  in  my 
sensations.     For  it  was  a  tremendous 
eflPort  to  me  to  be  preaching  at  ail,  and 
that  more  especifdly  in  the  open  air 
and  in  the  neighborhoods  frequented 
by  my  fellow,  students.    I  had  enjoyed 
the  sensations  of  athletic  victories,  and 
I  had  carried  off  more  than  one  material 
I  trophy;  but  there  has  never  been  any 
I  question  in  my  mind  as  to  which  was  the 
I  truest  joy,  that  afforded  by  self-serving, 
or  that  by  Christ-serving,  either  as  first 
I  saw  it  then,  or  as  after  twenty-five 
years,  with  somewhat  altered  perspec- 
tive, I  see  it  now. 

To  me  now,  any  servict  to  the  hum- 
blest of  mankind  is  Christ-service,  how- 
ever insignificant,  and  is  therefore  a 
legitimate  reason  for  joy.  Thus,  for 
example,  on  these  barren  rocks  of  Lab- 
rador, any  new  source  of  food  is  of  the 
[18J 


WHAT    LIFE    MEANS    TO    ME 

utmost  value,  and  especially  any  vege- 
table food,  among  a  people  who  for 
lack  of  it  suffer  so  much  from  black- 
leg, foul  mouths,  and  even  die  of 
"sailors'  scurvy."  One  day  we  dis- 
covered, gathered,  and  cooked  a  dish 
of  the  native  fungi  and  of  wild  parsley, 
and  to  our  satisfaction  found  that  we 
could  eat  them  with  relish  —  and  ^tli- 
out  pain.  This  simple  achievement  has 
been  of  value  since  to  not  a  few  of  our 
friends,  and  still  g^ves  us  more  pleasure 
than  a  certain  midnight  supper  at 
"Sherry's,"  given  regardless  of  expense, 
to  which  I  was  once  taken. 

Alas,  the  search  for  joy  along  the 
latter  lines  costs  true  manhood  far 
more  than  the  dollars  expended  on  the 
food  —  it  leads  to  blindness  towards 
the  real  road  to  the  joie  de  vivre. 
For  my  own  help,  I  always  keep  pasted 
up  in  my  surgery,  where  sometimes  the 
continuous  stream  of  patients  coming 
to  see  the  doctor  calls  for  more  sym- 
pathy than  I  have  to  give,  and  is 
apt  to  make  one  irritable  and  use- 
less because  unsympathetic,  these  old 
words: 

[19] 


'^1 


WHAT    LIFE    MEANS    TO    ME 


He  did  kind  things  so  kindly  — 
It  seemed  His  heart's  ddight 

To  make  poor  people  happy 
From  morning  imtil  night. 

Any  time  I  happen  to  look  up,  it  is  a 
clarion  call  to  me.  that  if  I  would  find 
joy,  the  real  way  is  His  way. 

The  man  who  walks  in  the  Master's 
footsteps  will  be  brave  in  opposition, 
'  cheerful  in  discouragement,  and  joyful 
in  all  life's  fuhiess,  as  Christ  himself 
was.  To  him  it  affords  joy  to  be 
thoughtful  oi  others,  even  when  him- 
self in  trouble,  as  the  Master  was  on 
his  cross  for  his  widowed  mother. 
Any  animal  can 

be  merry 

When  life  goes  along  like  a  song; 
But  the  man  worth  while  is  the  man  who  will 
smile 

When  everything  goes  dead  wrong. 

The  True  Source  of  Contentment 
It  is  a  simple  fact,  that,  just  as  the 
virtues  must  spring  from  within  and 
cannot  be  compelled  from  without,  as 
they  must  arise  from  a  new  heart  and 
not  from  fear  of  punishment,  so  true 
[«0] 


I 


WHAT    LIFE    MEANS    TO    ME 

and  permanent  satisfactions  are  in 
reality  absolutely  independent  of  things 
material.  The  perfect  peace  that  is 
possible  in  life  is  not  spelled  by  riches, 
leisure,  or  ornate  surroimdings.  Peace 
is  so  shy  a  maiden  that  she  cannot  be 
caught  by  genius  or  wealth,  cannot  be 
gained  by  the  lullaby  of  atheism  or  of 
false  prophets,  or  by  narcotizing  the 
soul's  sensibilities  with  abandonment  or 
dopes.  It  is  simply  a  physical  impos- 
sibility. Peace  is  the  gift  of  God  the 
Father  to  his  good  children. 

It  may  seem  hard  to  the  millionaire 
that  there  is  something  he  cannot  buy, 
or  to  the  philosopher  that  just  makes 
perfect  and  abiding  peace  elude  his 
grasp.  But  it  cannot  be  done.  Mortals 
who  forsake  God,  and  are  forsaken  of 
him,  know  this,  and  more  than  one 
has  sought  the  only  other  road  to  peace 
they  can  think  of  as  open  to  them, 
namely,  death;  which,  in  another  way, 
the  man  who  forgets  God  also  slowly 
but  surely  patronizes.  The  fact  is, 
material  possessions  are  only  capable  of 
giving  this  peace  when  used  of  the 
devil  as  a  dope  to  the  soul.    I  entirely 


WHAT    LIFE    MEANS    TO    ME 

agree  with  an  anonymous  writer,  who 
has  said, 


There  ia  a  jewel  that  no  Indian  mine 
Csfl  buy,  no  chemic  art  can  counterfeit. 
It  makes  men  rich  in  greatest  poverty; 
Makes  water  wine,  turns  wooden  cups  to  gold 
TJe  homely  whistle,  to  sweet  music's  strain-' 
This  much-in-littie,  aU-in-nought  -  Content, 

.  and  to  me  this  content  comes  of  being 
m  hne  with  Christ's  wiU. 

To  me  it  is  unintelHgible  how  an 
immortal  spirit  can  expect    to  enjoy 
the  satisfaction  of  approving  its  own 
hfe  outside  "the  way";  or  how,  when 
sufficient  time  has  elapsed  to  enable 
men    to   judge   correctly   of   the   real 
value  to  the  worid  of  a  life,  they  can 
expect  to  allot  the  "well  done"  to  any 
that  have  run  counter  to  the  teachings  of 
the  Chnst,  whatever  their  mental  atti- 
tude   towards    his    divinity  may    be 
The  life  of  the  most  wealthy  and  self- 
mdul^nt  of  Herods,  or  of  the  most 
orthodox  and  ascetic  of  high  priests, 
bears  no  comparison  ever  with  that  of  a 
real  disciple  of  Christ,  when  a  compari- 
son  of  values  is  considered.    No  one 
[2«] 


l^^^^M^^ 


! 


WHAT    LIFE    MEANS    TO    ME 


would  for  one  moment  put  a  drinking- 
cmp,  even  if  made  of  gold,  on  the 
same  level  with  a  fountain  that  refreshes 
thirsty  people,  more  especially  when  we 
remember  the  dignity  of  the  fountain, 
in  that  it  gives  power  to  men  to  run 
for  themselves  and  not  faint. 

Brotherliness  on  the  Labrador  Coast 
As  I  write,  I  have  in  tow  from  my 
little    steamer    two    fishing-schooners. 
It  is  late  in  the  season,  and  they  have 
no  fish.    They  have  been  three  weeks 
pushmg  North,  seeking  fish  aU  along 
this  lonely  coast.    I  have  just  brought 
them  news  that  there  is  plenty  of  fish 
two  hundred  miles  North.    But  where 
they  had  driven  mto  the  bay  there 
isn't  a  breath  of  wind,  though  outside 
a  fine,  fair,  southerly  breeze  is  blowmg. 
Now  I  have  just  dropped  their  cables, 
and    all   hands    on    both    vessels   are 
waving  good-bye  to  us,  because,  forsooth, 
we  have  towed  them  a  couple  of  miles 
out  into  the  wind,  and  now  they  can  go 
ahead  themselves  in  the  diiection  of 
success.    One   of   my    crew    has   just 
remarked.   "WeU,    doctor,    I'd   rather 


i 


(i^ 


mi 


WHAT    LIFE    MEANS    TO    ME 

have  done  that  for  those  poor  fellows 
than  have  found  fifty  dollars,  much  as 
I  need  it."    And  I  myself  feel  that 
more  honor  is  due  my  beloved  little 
vessel  for  this  tiny   servi        than  if. 
after  a  season's  work,  thei.  wasn't  a 
scratch   on   her   paint   from   stem   to 
stem.    Shall  we  honor  most  an  Essex 
who  can   afford   to  lavish   money  on 
entertaim'ng  kings,  or  a  Sydney,  who, 
in   his   own   dire   necessity,   gave   his 
helmet  full  of  cold  water  to  a  dying 
common  soldifer,  whose  need  he  thought 
was  greater  than  his  own?    "Bon  vi- 
vant"  — ugh!  what  a  cynicism,  if  only 
men  knew  it.    Only  he  who  knows  the 
Master  has  any  conception  of  the  good 
things  of  life  —  or  how  good  those  good 
things  are. 

As  we  passed  down  the  shore  yester- 
day, several  times  we  nearly  missed 
our  way  among  the  islands  and  shoals 
that  lie  in  countless  scores  off  this 
uncharted  coast,  because  from  inside 
on  the  land  were  blowing  such  dense 
clouds  of  smoke  from  an  extensive 
forest  fire  that  the  horizon  would  often 
be  totally  obUterated.  We  thought  we 
[24] 


I 


y 


WHAT   LIFE    MEANS   TO    ME 

saw  things  as  they  really  were,   and 
were  entirely  deceived.    GuUiver  from 
his  height  could  appreciate  the  pity  of 
the  ridiculous  strivings  for  unworthy 
aims  of  the  tiny  Lilliputians.    So  pos- 
terity, as  the  lapse  of  the  ages  removes 
the  false  glamour  that  at  the  time  befogs 
the  real  value  of  men's  lives,  will  pay 
homage  only  to  those  men  who  have, 
following  tue  footsteps  of  the  Master,' 
rendered  true  service  to  the  human  race. 
So,  somehow,  amidst  all  the  fog  and 
darkness  through  which  my  eyes  now 
fail  to  pierce,  I  seem  to  feel  that  the 
peace  which  comes  of  our  own  approval 
of  our  hfe,  and  the  appreciation  which 
without  any  question    the   vox  populi 
ever  increasingly  accords  to  real  Christ- 
likeness,  are  pledges  that  the  vox  Dei, 
the  final  arbiter,  will  also,  in  spite  of 
God's  absolute  knowledge  of  our  fail- 
ures, endorse  as  worth  while  whatever 
I  have  done  in  his  service,  as  being  the 
true  fulfilment  of  his  meaning  for  my 
life.     Of  all  the  lives  ever  hved,  who 
will  deny  that  that  of  the  humble  car- 
penter of  Nazareth  was  the  ideal  life 
for  a  son  of  God?    How  many  lives 

[25] 


WHAT    LIFE    MEANS    TO    ME 

do  we  not  all  know  that  lack  only  one 
thing  to  make  them  sweet  and  beautiful 
and  invaluable  —  that  one  thing  being 
his  Spirit? 

The  fisherman  John  declares  that  his 
book  was  written  in  order  that  men 
might  believe  in  the  name  of  Jesus,  and 
so  might  have  life.     The  most  distress- 
ful thing  to  me  here  in  our  life  in  Lab- 
rador is  to  see  men  losing  opportuni- 
ties, for  each  one  does  mean  so  much. 
Here,  where  men  so  often  subsist  close 
to  the  very  margin  line  of  starvation, 
waste  of  any  kind  is  far  the  most  dis- 
couraging thing  to  see.     It  makes  one 
almost  give  up  hope  and  throw  up  one's 
efforts  altogether.     If  now  the^  Wi.*  illy 
waste  time,  indulge  themselves,  and  so 
enfeeble  capacity,   or  do   anything  to 
cripple  their  utility,  we  shall  of  course 
have   to   deplore   it.     But   our  sorrow 
will   be  for   the   loss   it  will   mean   to 
them   and   those  dependent  on  them, 
and  not  be  mere  pique  because  we  are 
disobeyed. 

So,  it  seems  to  me,  must  be  God's 
view  of  our  lives.     The  more  he  gives, 
the  more  there  is  to  regret  if  hves  are 
[«6] 


:m^ 


^ 


WHAT    LIFE    MEANS   TO   ME 

wasted;  and  so  important  does  such 
conduct  make  even  God's  effort  to 
save  the  world  that  it  was  worth  send- 
ing the  Christ  that  we  might  be  enabled 
to  really  learn  the  meaning  of  life. 

My  Ambition 

I  personally  wish  for  the  life  of  no 
Alexander,  Caesar,  or  Napoleon;  no 
Croesus  or  Midas,  no  Voltaire  or  Rous- 
seau. The  wealth  of  Herod  or  the 
learning  of  the  Pharisees,  after  the 
lapse  of  centuries,  I  see  clearly  was  of 
relatively  little  value,  as  He-who-knows 
ccunts  assets.  I  would  rather  leave 
behind  me  on  the  sands  of  time  the 
footsteps  of  a  Judson  or  a  Martyn  or 
a  Livingstone,  of  a  Gordon  or  a  Lincoln 
or  a  Lawrence,  of  a  Lister  or  a  Jenner 
or  a  Stevenson,  than  of  any  king,  either 
of  men,  of  finance,  or  of  scholarship. 
Who  would  not  be  proud  if  posterity 
should  accord  him  this  tribute  —  that 
his  life  had  been  a  reincarnation  of 
Jesus  Christ's? 

At  Williamstown,  Massachusetts, 
stands  a  monument  dated  1806,  to 
commemorate  where  four  students  of 
[27] 


i ! 


WHAT    LIFE    MEANS    TO    ME 

that  class  dedicated  themselves  to 
foreign  missionary  fields  for  Christ. 
To  Adoniram  Judson,  the  leader  of 
these,  men  pay  increasing  homage  as 
every  commencement  comes  round. 
Despised  then,  his  life  alone  of  all 
that  class  continues  to  mean  anything 
to  the  lives  of  men  to-day. 

This  faith  in  Christ  is  a  life  factor  to 
me.  It  is  not  so  much  a  way  of  escape 
from  sins  and  sins'  punishment  as  a 
road  to  abundant  achievement.  It  is 
a  way  to  sav^,  not  my  soul  but  my  life. 
My  mind  lays  more  stress  on  "This  is 
eternal  LIFE,  to  know  thee,"  than  on 
"They  sha"  not  come  into  condemna- 
tion." 

The  Bigness  of  Life 

This  is  the  view  one  would  expect  of 
youth,  and  J  can  still  claim  the  right  to 
that  view.  It  is  the  view-point  of  those 
who  love  life  itself,  of  those  who  fix 
their  eyes  and  hearts  on  the  race  and 
on  running  well  in  it,  rather  than  of 
the  trophy-hunter,  who  only  looks  at 
what  he  can  get  out  of  it.  I  believe 
absolutely  in  the  socialism  of  Jesus  — 
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"fraternity  *ti  action,"  as  it  has  been 
called;  '  ?ause  it  vil unifies  and  adds  a 
raison  !^k'e  for  'ycing  alive,  viz., 
permittiic  us  all  "1d  descend  into  the 
abysses  of  sorrow  c*nd  sin  and  help  to 
bring  out  entombed  comrades."  Jesus 
distinctly  says  that  his  object  in  com- 
ing into  the  world  at  all  was  to  bear 
witness  to  the  truth  that  God  is  our 
individual  Father,  and  we  are  brothers. 
He  further  says  that  the  object  of 
our  lives  is  to  perpetuate  this  mes- 
sage. 

I  have  no  quarrel  with  theology;  I 
know  none  to  quarrel  with.  What  is 
beyond  life's  spectrum  is  a  mystery  to 
me.  I  do  not  know  much  of  the  ultra- 
red  or  ultraviolet  either,  except  that 
there  is  power  and  force  and  wisdom 
existing  there.  But  the  play  of  colors 
between,  with  its  high  lights  and  its 
dark  lines,  I  do  know  a  little  of,  and  I 
love  it  —  just  as  I  love  our  ocean  down 
here,  with  its  depths,  its  strength  and 
its  dangers,  its  colors  and  moods,  its  icy 
mountains,  its  trackless  wastes,  and  yet 
withal  its  snug  harbors  and  sheltering 
islands  and  warm  land  breezes. 
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Amidst  just  such  shifting  scenes  the 
highest  reward  of  life  to  me  would  be 
to  be  like  Jesus.  We  must  remember, 
however,  that  sugar  must  itself  be  dis- 
solved to  sweeten,  and  salt  be  itself 
melted  to  flavor.  Still,  even  should 
that  be  called  for,  as  it  often  is,  then 
my  view-point  is  Sir  Galahad's,  who 
said,  "If  I  save  my  life,  I  lose  it." 

St.  Paul  once  said,  "To  me  to  live  is 
Christ,"  and  again,  "The  life  I  live,  I 
live  by  faith  in  the  Son  of  God."  Per- 
sonally, my  ideal  in  life  would  be  to  be 
able  to  say  the  same  truthfully.  For  I 
must  confess  I  remember  when  I  would 
have  had  to  h  ly,  "To  me  to  live  is  self." 
As  for  me,  I  fully  accept  that  God  is 
my  Father  and  men  are  my  brothers. 
Life  to  me  means  being  worthy  of  this 
our  family. 

The  Beyond 

As  for  life  hereafter,  I  know  little  or 
nothing  about  it;  but  that  is  not  of 
any  great  importance,  because  I  want 
it,  whatever  it  is. 

The  question  whether  life  is  worth 
living  hasn't  worried  us  down  here 
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much.  The  only  suicide  I  know  of  in 
Labrador  was  of  a  man  who  killed 
himseF  and  his  children  because  they 
were  starving  and  couldn't  live  any 
longer  anyhow.  I  see,  however,  that 
in  the  busiest  centers  of  hun^an  activity, 
this  question  seriously,  at  intervals, 
seethes  up  to  the  surface,  due,  I  sup- 
pose, to  the  mental  strain  and  general 
hustle  of  life.  Anyhow,  it  always  makes 
me  feel  more  satisfied  with  the  simpler 
life,  nearer  to  nature,  that  we  hve, 
away  from  the  hubs  of  the  universe. 

For  my  part,  I  am  very  much  in 
love  with  life;  and  I  enjoy  it  so  much, 
I  want  flll  I  can  get  of  it.  I  want  more 
of  it  1  '  "be  incident  called  death,  if 
there  ii^  .  to  be  had.  Nor  can  there 
be  any  question  —  God  or  no  God  — 
that  most  other  men  love  it,  too.  The 
struggle  to  exist  offers  undeniable  evi- 
dence of  this  fact;  while  the  struggle 
for  the  life  of  o.hers,  oiten  at  the  cost 
of  our  own,  shows  it  is  no  cold-as-death 
philosophy  that  plants  the  love  of  Ufe 
in  oiu"  hearts.  No  wonder  that  the 
man  who  voluntarily  takes  his  owti  life 
is  always  dubbed  by  a  generous  world 
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as  "temporarily  insane."  Death,  cor- 
ruption, a  lifeless  worid,  like  the  moon, 
have  no  attractions  for  me.  It  is  true, 
Voltaire  cursed  God  for  giving  us  life, 
and  teaching  us  to  love  it,  and  at  the 
same  time  teaching  us  we  have  to  lose 
it;  though  the  best  contribution  that 
some  men  appear  to  have  to  offer  life, 
is  to  get  out  and  leave  it. 

Now,  I  beUeve  Jesus  Christ  has  meant 
all  in  this  mortal  life  that  he  claimed  he 
would  mean.  I  have  no  reason  what- 
ever to  believe  he  ever  lied,  so  when  he 
says  concerning  the  future,  "Because 
I  live,  ye  shall  live  also,"  and  "He  that 
believeth  in  me,  though  he  were  dead, 
yet  shall  he  Uve,"  I  simply  believe  it  — 
and  that  the  more  readily  and  firmly, 
because  I  want  to  do  so. 


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